[CLOSED TO DEAN] The Robin to his Batman

[notjustsammy]

Sam was just falling into that post-coital sleepiness spooned up behind Haley when he heard a click of the suite door opening. He immediately shot up, scrambling out of bed to grab a nearby towel to wrap around his waist. What the hell?! Dean wasn't supposed to be back! Sam had assumed his wayward brother was going to be warming the bed of some

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[getinlinebitch]

Dean held his hand up over his eyes as he pulled a face, his disgust at finding his brother anywhere near a post-coital moment clearly showing. "DUDE!" he exclaimed in a loud whisper.

He turned his back and pointed to a pile of clothes. "We got business to discuss, and I am not doing it while you're in a towel." He peered over his shoulder at the sleeping chick in the bed. "Nice."

[notjustsammy]

"You weren't here!" Sam protested, whispering himself as he bent to collect his boxers and jeans. "And stop perving on her," he added for emphasis.

He dragged boxers and jeans on, frowing and letting the towel drop to the floor. "What business? Shit, Dean, I told you I didn't want to work in the strip club."

[getinlinebitch]

Dean shrugged a shoulder and turned back around after he heard his brother at least pull on his jeans. "What, she's hot! You got good taste, okay?" Dean was still whispering, and smiled at Sam. "So is this her? The date? Or is this someone else?" Dean's smile become a smirk as he winked at his brother. "You sly dog! Still, ew! I don't care if I'm not here. Have some respect for our communal space."

He held up his hand again, this time it wasn't covering his face, but turned palm outwards to stop his brother's whining. "No, man. This is serious. Someone got attacked by a thing. A creature. Cops don't know what it is, so I got called. And when I get called, you get called. So pull on your shirt, Sammy. We got some work to do."

[notjustsammy]

"She wanted to do it on your bed," Sam offered smugly and did the button up on his jeans.

He looked at Dean's hand, then met his brother's eyes sceptically. "Someone got attacked by a thing? Wow. I'm practically brimming in excitement about you dragging me away from my very healthy sex life to look for a thing." Still, he pulled his t-shirt over his head, waiting for further explanation.

[getinlinebitch]

"I wish I was, man. I really, really wish I was. Even more than I wish the Impala was here." He let out a slow breath and rest his head in his hands. "I got pulled here about two seconds away from being taken to Hell. All I heard was the barking. All I saw was those damned Hounds. So you wanna know why I'm fixated on the one thing? That would be why. There are moments when all I hear is that barking."

[notjustsammy]

There was no real specific way one was supposed to take the news you had failed to save your brother and he was dead. "But that means y-you're stuck..." He looked away and put his hand up to his mouth. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." His heart felt like it was beating somewhere up near his throat. How could he have failed and just sat back and let them take Dean? Suddenly he hated himself, or at least, the self back there where they came from.

[getinlinebitch]

"It was not your fault, you hear me?" Dean leaned on the table to look at his brother. "We tried everything, okay? In the end that bitch Lilith got one up on us both. This is also why I didn't tell you. I didn't want to see that face. I'm here and I'm alive. Even with what's going on now I'd rather be stuck in this place than getting whatever Hell had in store for me. And I still got you."

[notjustsammy]

Sam's fingers were poised on the laptop keyboard. He could feel tears threatening in his eyes with a sharp burn and his throat felt choked. He cleared it to try and dislodge the lump there. He knew if he looked at Dean, he'd lose it. "I'll stay. I'm not going anywhere," he said resolutely and started tapping in the first search. Even then, his typing was awkward and jerky, the distraction swamping deep in his gut.